Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up In Smoke, artist - Hollywood Undead. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Up In Smoke |
| I’m so high |
| I’m so high |
| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh shit, damn, had a couple too many |
| Didn’t have shit planned, mixing vodka with Henny |
| Now I can’t sit down 'cause I’m already spinning |
| Acting like I’m rich man, spending every penny |
| So everybody get down like you just got out of rehab |
| Let’s get fucked up, put on your helmet and knee pads |
| 'Cause I’m so high, I can’t feel my face |
| 'Cause me and weed go together like Diddy and Mase |
| So everybody get down like you just got out of rehab |
| (Oh, oh) |
| And everybody get down like you just got out of rehab |
| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more |
| I fuck with a six pack, bong or a zig-zag |
| Shit, don’t puke here, choke on a Tic-Tac |
| I walked a line, but my eyes are crooked |
| A couple more drinks, bitch, now you’re good looking |
| Mother fucking real Hollywood, not some B-List actor |
| I’m faded as fuck, watch me moonwalk backwards |
| It’s a house party, Los Angeles |
| So fuck the Five-0, my middle fingers are up So everybody get down like you just got out of rehab |
| (Oh, oh) |
| And everybody get down like you just got out of rehab |
| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Blowing and banging everyday in the low low |
| I roll slow 'cause I’m allergic to po-po |
| I smoke the douj when I chill with the Cholos |
| And y’all smoke pole 'cause you’re chilling with homos |
| I sip patron and I chase it with SoCo |
| Pants so low, got my balls in a choke hold! |
| Bitches gettin' naked and posin' for photos! |
| and hoppin' on my dick like my shit is a pogo |
| So everybody get down, like you just got out of rehab! |
| Let’s get fucked up, put on your helmet and knee pads! |
| 'Cause I’m so high, can’t feel my face! |
| 'Cause me and weed go together like Charlie and J-dog! |
| So everybody get down, like you just got out of rehab! |
| Let’s get fucked up, put on your helmet and knee pads! |
| 'Cause I’m so high, can’t feel my face! |
| 'Cause me and weed go together like Charlie and J-dog! |
| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more |
| Oh no, I’m so high |
| Oh no, I’m so high |
| Oh no, I’m so high |
| Oh no, I’m so high |